These are tourists  (“Guests” as we are told to call them).  They come to Yellowstone in droves (3.2 million last year).  This weekend will be the busiest weekend of the year.  Many of them are very nice people.  Unfortunately, as the ranger said, some of them tend to leave their brains at home when they go on vacation.  They ask stupid questions (such as “can I have the geyser predictions for tomorrow…or the rest of the week”  when it’s hard to predict a geyser more than two hours in advance). We could make a “top 100” list of stupid questions visitors ask.  (and, of course, they come without doing any research and are surprised when the temperature goes down to 45 at night–and all they brought was a pair of short-shorts and a spaghetti strap top.).  They also question the truth that geysers and thermal areas are dangerous….there were a couple of unsupervised 10-12 year olds playing on the geyser field the other night.  I want to sit them down and tell them the story of Andy Hecht or make their parents read Death in Yellowstone, all 240 pages!  (watch the brief video here).  Not to mention that the opening that makes Old Faithful work is only 4.5 inches  once you get down 20 feet–and almost anything dropped down it has the potential to change it permanently

This, as you have heard before, is a bison.  Note the VERY large horns (VERY VERY large horns).  Note the size (up to 2,000 pounds) Note the continually ornery expression.  Note that bison OWN the park.

When a bison approaches you ( as it is doing here) you should slowly move AWAY from the animal,  not stop and try to take it’s picture (sigh).

So…here are the animal adventures for this past week in the park.

-A group of folks on the Fairy Falls trail were approached by a bison;  rather than doing the smart thing and moving away, they stood still and let the bison come quite close.  At that point (from seeing the pictures) it looks like one of them actually tried to pet the bison….needless to say the bison wasn’t very happy and knocked the woman to the ground.  He then stood there over her glaring at her for about 5 minutes.  That is one very lucky visitor.  She’s lucky he didn’t use that very large horn on her.

-Four days later; same trail.  You’ve all seen those big wooden park signs, right?  A group of folks apparently decided that the park sign was enough protection to get close to a bison and ended up playing “ring around the rosie” around the sign as they tried to take pictures of the bison.  Clearly they were totally unaware that, with one flick on his horn a bison can flick those signs right out of the ground.   Far too many visitors think that the park is as safe and controlled as a zoo, or even a petting zoo.  Yellowstone is NOT a zoo!

These groups were lucky;  no one was hurt.  On sadder notes, a young black bear was killed in a hit-and-run near Mammoth and the park service had to capture and euthanize a black bear that had become too friendly with people.  Late last week it entered a tent  (apparently the occupant of the tent thought that granola bars weren’t enough to tempt the bear).  This wasn’t the bears first run-in with people…but I blame visitors for the final result.  They think “it won’t hurt to give the bird/squirrel/coyote/deer/elk/bear one little piece of food”….but that one little piece of food teaches the bear that humans have good things to eat…and then, inevitably, the animals looks for more human interaction.  On an average year more than 100 animals die as a result of human interactions.

This weekend is the Fourth of July–

It will be weird not seeing fireworks on Sunday…it always reminds me of the days just before my youngest son was born (we went down to the fireworks on the mall with some faint hope that it might induce labor–no such luck).  As today, he does things on his own time and on his own schedule–and I’m extremely proud of him (as I am of both my sons–they are wonderful people).

I’m looking forward to seeing everyone’s pictures and reading your stories.

With that said–be safe, have a wonderful time, and celebrate the fact that we are the originators of the concept of National Parks..something of which Americans should definitely be proud.

The visitors make the job  more than tolerable  (a low-wage, no responsibility, “peon-type” job)  They make it interesting, fascinating and enjoyable.

Yesteday Bob Ballard checked out. (yes, THE Bob Ballard–from the Jason Project and  the Titanic and all sorts of other fascinating projects!).  What a nice man, and a nice family; so unassuming and sincere–we just talked briefly about the park–and it wasn’t until we were minutes into the conversation that I realized who he was.  Jenna Bush Hager was here with the Today Show today—and, while I didn’t check her out, the GSA right next to me did; again a very normal person, and she looks in person  just like she does on TV. The Today Show did a broadcast from Black Sands basin today.  I miss the Today show.  It’s really weird to know they were shooting and also know that there was no way I would be able to watch it  (No TV in the park).

Celebrities and famous people are the exception in the park however.  The vast majority of our guests are just “normal” folks.  I love it as they rediscover “sitting and talking”  The Inn is the perfect place for that, will lots of lounge chairs, a fabulous fireplace for chilly evenings and great architecture.  They are experimenting with adding Internet Access to the park; I just hope we won’t end up with lots of chairs full of laptops instead of chairs full of people playing card games and laughing and talking.

Each guest has their own story and reason for coming to the park.  Some are “addicted” to the park and return year after year;  for some this is their first visit–and the thing that most folks don’t realize until they get here is how big the park is  (2.2 million acres!)

Some of my favorite stories include “Ms. B”–at 80+ years old she and her husband were regular visitors to the park.  Now that he’s gone, she’s revisiting all of their favorite places–and Yellowstone was a frequent stop for them.  She’s lucid and “tough”…one night of their journey she fell…the next day when I saw her she was battered and bruised–but did that stop her?  Not in the least!  She even took one of the special tours up all of the steps to the top of the inn.  I want to be like her when I’m 85;  alive, vibrant and unstoppable.

Last week we had a wedding at the Inn.  This was not an official planned wedding.  The couple decided to get married someplace hot, and Yellowstone is the hottest spot around–since it actually sits in an active volcano (last explosion 640,000 years ago).  So they checked in, she asked for an iron so she could touch up her dress, they brought a minister and a photographer with them and walked out to the geyser and got married–no hoopla–just doing it “their way”…..

The park also attracts it’s fair share of groups–this week it seems to be a “Morgan owners” group meeting…not a big affair, just a few folks who own morgans who get together at different cool places.  Later in August we know that we will get lots of visitors who are riding Harleys as they pass by the park on their way to the Sturgis SD motorcycle event.

As always, additional pictures are at my flickr site (these pix are not on the flickr site as they were taken with my Droid, not my “real camera”)

I now understand why so many “summer in Yellowstone” blogs have so few entries. The park calls each and every day…you get off work at 2 or 3 and it seems criminal to spend any part of the daylight (and the light doesn’t fade until 10 pm) not out in the park…or, if you’ve been out in the park you collapse into bed..especially if your next shift starts at 6;15 am.
When your choice is writing about moose or seeing moose there is no choice.

It’s as if writing about things interferes with experiencing them. The same thing can happen with the camera. Old Faithful is much more impressive when you just sit and watch it then when you look at it through a viewfinder. The viewfinder really inhibits the view.
With all that said, I shipped 30+ dvds home this weekend as a backup of all the raw, unedited images…so we start again tomorrow with a “spring shoot” on the Beartooth Highway
http://www.gorp.com/weekend-guide/travel-ta-scenic-drives-red-lodge-cooke-city-montana-sidwcmdev_052607.html

Tim says I whine about not seeing enough bears–at least enough to get good pix…and that typically, right after I whine, we see bears  (how’s that for reinforcing the whining!)…well, this morning changed all that  🙂  I couldn’t sleep in…so around 8 I abandoned Tim and went off on my own.  Needless to say, bison are making me a little skittish, but I stopped to take a few bison pix.  I went up as far as Madison–and then turned around–less than 12 miles from the Inn, what do I spy at a convenient turnoff, even–but this wonderful subadult grizzly….clambering on the hillside and even stopping to munch on a few flowers.  I had to shoot fast, didn’t even have time to turn the car off….but this is the result.

As always, if I forget to hyperlink the images–the full size images are always on my flickr site.

Sunday is Tim’s birthday–but we both have to work–so we’ll be doing something calm tomorrow evening–a quick trip to West Yellowstone and a really good pizza or some barbq.

Ok, I admit it. I cry at Hallmark commercials; I cry at that Folgers commercial..the one where the parents realize their son has returned because they smell the coffee he’s brewing; I cry when Kate Smith sings “God Bless America” and apparently I cry when I watch baby elk finally succeed in standing on four very wobbly legs.  How on earth do they ever manage it….and how do they know?

The park never fails to provide and amaze…we went out at the crack of dawn to check out an elk carcass is hopes of seeing bears or wolves…nope, no luck. Instead we got to see Mammoth become a maternity ward as not one but two elk gave birth out among the buildings within an hour of each other. Apparently it’s not an unusual occurrence there….as the elk have learned that it’s a “wolf and bear-free zone.” Out in the rest of the park you will not see it happen as it’s just too dangerous for the calf to be exposed…they are a favorite bear food.  50% of elk calves do not survive—I’m certainly hoping for these two.

On Wednesday we watched a bison…thankfully on the opposite side of the road.
Five baby bison, four mommy bison traveling leisurely down the middle of the road..followed by 51 (at last count) cars moving very slowly.
Bison are amazing…snow doesn’t melt on them, they give birth wherever they want (including in the middle of the road), cause visitors to panic when they roam the parking lots and have the most astounding and serene self-confidence. They have a life assumption that they may do as please; other beings are irrelevant with the exception of an occasional wolf or grizzly. In addition, Tim does an excellent bison imitation complete with snorting, head swaying and grass chomping.

To give you an idea–here’s a sampling of local police reports from West Yellowstone:

• May 25:  A large bull bison was disturbing traffic in front of a local hotel
• May 26: A crowd of people were gathered to watch a large bull bison in the town park
• May 28: A large bull bison was in the school parking lot.
• May 29:  A large bull bison was seen in the city park
• May 30:  ispatch received a report of a driver slapping a bison on the rear as he drove past  (This personis CRAZY!)
• May 31: A caller requested to speak with the Chief of Police concerning a bull bison in town
• June 1:  An individual expressed their concern to the WYPD that tourists standing too close to a bison would be hurt.

On another note, we had our own run-in with a bison late last night.  We were coming back from Bozeman at about 11 pm…and suddenly there was a bison in the middle of the road  (it’s amazing how hard they are to see in the dark.  Tim did was we have always done, slowed down and gently passed him  (he was on the opposite side of the side–but heading in our direction.  Apparently there was something he didn’t like about us–do he decided to head butt the car—we now have a nice bison-sized head dent in the left rear quarter-panel…and yet another trip to Bozeman–but at least this time is will be for the card and not for me.

All in all, the entire event was somewhat scarey….but I’m hoping the bison was OK.  One of Tim’s co-workers last year apparently killed a bison in a head-on collision….she walked away from it…..but the bison was no match for her truck.

I can’t believe I’m writing that–but my attitude towards visitors has changed a little.  I still love meeting them…I love helping them..but they are just an inconvenience  out in the park;  they talk while I’m shooting video, they drive with their eyes at right angles to the steering wheel and they stop in the middle of the road for bison.  BISON?!?…..I know baby bison are cute–but there are about 1,000 of them around.  As the ranger said the other day “folks seem to lose all of their good driving habits when they cross the border into the park”.

Before Memorial Day, if we wanted to travel at a leisurely 25 MPH through the park it was not a problem; if someone was behind us who wanted to do 45 mph we would just pull over and they would wave as they passed us.  Now we are stuck between the folks who want to do 60  (the speed limit in the park is 45mph) and the ones who stop in the middle of the road….don’t they know it’s a FEDERAL crime to stop in the middle of the road! (We were also informed, during our first week of work, that a “critter jam” is not an accepted excuse for being late…unless critters are blocking both the front and the back doors of your dorm–which has been know to happen.)

OK–enough with the rant..this is the time of year when employees start to share all the off-road places to go…and the visitors seem to think they need to stick to the roads to experience the park…so we will let them have the road–but we will reclaim it starting in mid-August!  The park continues to be a source of amazement, wonder and renewal..even with all the guests.

(on another note….much more positive discussion with the docs…and, after 3 MRIs, looks like we get to stay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Happy Friday! (it’s raining here–but June rain means fewer forest fires in September!)

Here’s the much-requested picture of my new cowboy boots–I love the color–Forest Green is a favorite…and the muted pattern suits me.  The colors are actually reminiscent of the colors in my living room.  I have yet to have the courage to wear them out in public–but that day is coming very soon….who knows, by the end of the season, I may own a pair of red ones as well.  The orthopedic I’m seeing had this fabulous pair of red boots on…and the red just glimpsed out of his jeans every so often…(of course, in Montana, orthopedic surgeons wear cowboy boots and jeans to work!).

The other thing that my boots make me think about is personas…I know I’m changing out here.  My marriage is growing stronger  (who’d have thunk after almost 35 years)…and I’m developing a much broader world view.  I’m beginning to figure out what’s “essential Karen” and what I can let go of. What do these boots say about me..if they say anything at all. Of course, the biggest question I have right now is “What am I going to do when I grow up?”

Happy Saturday!

Went back to check on the lamb last night-s/he is apparently doing fine.  Mom and babe have left their ledge and are gamboling over the hillside–and there’s even a 2nd lamb and mom–to keep them company.  Absolutely amazing what these tiny creatures can handle within hours of their birth!

Look closely at the bottom of this image. There you will see a mountain sheep and her brand new baby. That ledge is about 100 feet above the ground. Mom apparently gave birth on the ledge and we all held our breath several times as the babe learned to use its legs…and came so close to the edge of the ledge that we could see the rocks tumble under its feet. What a choice. This location is certainly predator safe-no wolf in his right mind could possible get there…but the chance of gravity causing misfortune is also very high. We’re going back today to see if they made it through the night